“A new monitor then?”
“My monitor works well too.”
“A gaming controller?”
“Roman, I don’t need anything at all. I just want you to pleasure me sexually.”
“Say that again.”
Ezra rolled his eyes. Roman loved it when he talked dirty. Well, he could get very dirty indeed. “I want your long dong inside my poop chute.”
“Ezra, don’t call it that.” Roman laughed so hard that it made Ezra giggle as well.
“What should I call it then?”
“Literally anything else. How about your pleasure hole?”
Blood rushed to Ezra’s penis as he thought about it. Thank goodness there was a table. Roman had taught him a handy trick. “Fine, then I want your long dong deep inside my pleasure hole.”
Roman made a “mmmm…” sound, then leaned forward to kiss his forehead. “You got it, cutie. Now, eat up.”
After dinner, Roman took him to the Roosevelt Hotel, where there were thousands of twinkling lights and more Christmas trees than he could count (he tried). There was also a small ensemble of classical musicians playing Christmas carols, and Roman held his hand while Ezra marveled at all of the beautiful trees and decorations. Roman asked a nice lady to take a picture of the two of them and afterward, Ezra stared at the image thinking that he had never been so happy, had never felt this way, like he belonged.
* * *
“Well, what do you think?”Ezra snapped the red elastic on his candy cane jock strap and stared at Roman expectantly. Every now and then, the words got stuck in Roman’s throat. This was one of those times.
“Uh.” Roman reached down and massaged himself through his clingy boxer briefs. Obviously, he needed help articulating his thoughts.
“Do you like the antlers?” Ezra touched the tips of his felt ears. The candy cane jock strap had come with red and white striped knee socks and an antler headband. It was called Santa’s Little Helper. Technically Ezra could be any one of Santa’s herd, but he’d always had an affinity for Rudolph, the resident misfit, so he’d decided to go all in and use a red Sharpie to color his nose too.
“You are so fucking cute,” Roman suddenly burst out. “Can I take a picture?”
“Sure.” Ezra wasn’t worried about it ending up in the wrong hands, as his mother had warned him about in the past. He trusted Roman to keep it safe. “You want me to bend over, or…” Ezra got down on his hands and knees on the rug at the foot of Roman’s bed and stuck his butt in the air, like a real reindeer. Then he shook his tail end as if wagging it. No, that was more like a dog, wasn’t it? Roman wanted a lot of pictures, and he gave Ezra several instructions on how to pose. Ezra had never modeled for someone before, but it was a lot of fun, and whatever he was doing was certainly working because Roman’s penis was completely erect and pushing on the fabric of his underwear like a torpedo. Ezra’s planning had really paid off!
Finally, Roman put his phone away and Ezra pounced on the bed, landing awkwardly in Roman’s lap.
“I really like your outfit,” Roman said and kissed the tip of his nose. “Where did you find it?”
“Online. I just searched ‘sexy Christmas outfits for men’ and it came right up.”
“I love your little red nose. It really completes the look.”
“Do you know which reindeer I am?”
“Rudolph, the most famous reindeer of all?”
“That’s right.” Ezra smiled as Roman’s fingers drifted down his back and cupped his bare butt, activating all of Ezra’s nervous centers at once.
“I almost don’t want to take it off,” Roman said, kissing his shoulder and then his neck.
“Technically, you don’t have to.” There was a reason Ezra got one without a back. He didn’t want any obstacles, physical or otherwise, to achieving his goal.
“But I want to play with this pretty package.” Roman crooked a finger and nudged at his penis, which was swiftly firming up. The jock strap was so tight that Ezra could see the whole outline of his erection.
“You can,” Ezra said. “You can do whatever you want to me.” Roman made him so hot and horny with just the slightest touch.
“I want to kiss you then.”
